You claim that you know me, but let me tell you that you don’t.
You listen what I say to you, but there are words that I intentionally skip in between.
You see what I want to show you, but there are things that are hidden, which I erased from the scene.
You understand what I explain to you, but I also own a world of confusion within.
You think I was silent ‘coz I had nothing to say, but I was scared that after knowing them, you will go away.
I am grateful to have you there when I wanted you to be, but you hardly realised when I needed you, actually.
But I still wish for the day, when you would listen what I fear to say. When I will find you by my side and there won’t be a thing which I would need to hide. When I won’t silently long for you to stay, ‘coz the fear of losing you won’t find its way.
When I will feel relieved to be empty. the day when you will truly get to know me!!
And now my wish smiles at its futility.
P.s. Do you know anyone who knows you?
THANKS FOR READING!💙💙
She stood at the threshold waiting for the love to knock at the door,
For all the crisis she has been in already shattered her from the core.
She heard the miracles and magic of it, and wanted her life also to be lit.
She had a family to abstain the problems near and to wipe out the rolling tears.
But she wanted to cry out loud, to clear her inner sky which was enshrouded with the crowd.
She had her friends,
To her sorrows who were all ears.
But hardly any one knew that she was fighting her fears.
The pain of finding herself going far away was hard to bear.
She was fragmented by the cavalry within,
Perhaps it was the curse of her sins.
Love is only found in stories and tales.
In real world, the concept always fails.
Then outside she glanced,
heard the sigh of wind and saw the leaves dancing.
At last the downpour arrived.
the clouds unloading themselves, and thus paving the way for the flowers to bloom, soil to become a scent and the sun to shine.
It was then she understood that,
Love can be felt only
When you unload the melanocholy
And live the melody.
To cherish the moon in the night,
You need the dark to hold the light!
This is the first full fledged poem that I remember to have written. It’s already more than three years since I penned it down, but it still is special and close to me.
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“What you give is what you get” I was taught.
But who said that you would be getting it from the person you gave and at the time when you need it!
I kept giving whatever I wanted. Few were the ones who valued and others took it for granted.
“What you give is what you will get”, there was one addition “but you are not meant to expect. For they bring the disappointment.”
What I was taught and what I learned weren’t always the same. What you give is hardly what you get and what you get is hard to give!
We gotta learn to give and disown it the next moment. Well, that’s less difficult than to own the pain of unfulfilled expectations.
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The cold of uncertainties surround me, the hopes in which I seek warmth are now falling short of life.The dreams appear shallower as I feed them of false assurance.
Why am I being so negative? Is it a mere anticipation of what is yet to come or prediction of what is about to come?I don’t have an answer.
My mind tells to my head, “the worst is yet to come. Hold yourself.”
“That too shall pass. Don’t worry”, is what he gets in reply. “It’s only the time that passes. Things remain!” He hits back. I would lie if I deny.
Being oblivious of something is better than knowing and not getting it.” The worst is yet to come” I assure me.
I know that my eyes are gonna follow your footsteps.
I know that my heart’s gonna race faster when I see you.
I know I would be looking longer than usual at your name written.
I know that I won’t be able to stop looking at your face from the corner of my eyes.
I know I’d be trying to behave normal when you are near me. And yes! I know that you ain’t gonna read any of this.
Rather, you are not capable to be in the audience to my heart.
Now, talking about all this is in vain. I know I sound like I am insane.
Crap! Just let it be, like you always do. If I am no-one then who are you? I never expected you to hurt me neither I hope you to make any heal. But just lemme know, how the hell do you stop what you feel!?
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There is nothing left for doing any haste,
But nor do I have any moments to waste.
This time, pull me close, hug me tight. Bury me inside.
For this moment which we’ve got, take me with you somewhere out of this world’s sight.
I can hear your heartbeat in my ears. No need to say a word. Let’s be quiet.
Your eyes are all I wanna see, so switch off the light.
We both know that I can’t stay for long,
when I will be gone, you’ll have to stay strong.
So for now,
Make me your weakness and be my strength.
Let’s live in this moment before it becomes a memory.
My song has the lyrics full of pain, it longs for your soulful melody.
For this moment which we’ve got, hug me tight, closer as you can.
Make me lost in you, at a place where you can always find me!!
Thanks for reading!✨
Teri berukhi se hai badii, umar intezaar ki meri!
It’s in Hindi. Too lazy to translate. 😝
This line is not related to this post. It was just that it is ringing in my head for more than a day now, so I wrote it down here for you also to have some pleasure.😅
Well, I know that I wasn’t active here for past few days. The reason is…I don’t know. Or maybe I do. I was feeling strange for some reason and I literally didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But still I wanted to blurt out what was going on in my head to someone. At last I chose my own self for that. It helped to some extent.
And later I was feeling really lazy to even reply to the comments on my blog. This very fact made it even more sucking.Then I was like…just wait for the right time to come back. RIGHT TIME!!It never really happens. Isn’t it! You just have to collect yourself up no matter what.
And during all this process I missed you all! I wanted to talk to you. I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’t want to. So finally, here we are.
And I have posted this tonight also because from tomorrow I don’t know how I am gonna feel! Is it just that I am thinking too much or something else?? I have just started to accept a change in my life and after some time I need to adapt to the old ‘n’ new normal back again! Uff!! How I wish that this night doesn’t end so that I can have some more time like this. Holy crap!I have to see the sun as this night is just so stubborn!
P.S.– From now on, I might not be able to reply to your comments on time or to your posts. But I will try my best to not let this happen. I just hope that this won’t stop you from saying whatever you want to. It’s a sincere request that pleases don’t ask me anything about the last paragraph. I won’t be able to explain any of it. I know you will understand.
Thanks for being here.💫
Sky felt lonely, so she went up in the sky to give a company. They both enjoyed together.
That’s what the kites thought.
But soon the kite started falling away from the sky, her love! The sky knew that he will be getting another one soon and the kite? She was torn apart, now she is of no use, sadly. She could never meet him again but all she can do is to see him. Maybe.
The kites don’t fly but they are made to. Light shows her the way and the air gives her direction. She tries to be free, and then she gets pulled away in a direction, she doesn’t want to. She resists. She fails. But still she could be seen up there; lost yet present! Ohh!! She looked at the string tied to her, the reason she can fly and not be free. After all, that’s how she is meant to be. Alas! Who says them to be symbolic of freedom?
Man, the kites are meant for flying only. What worth do they have if they can’t even do that? They are never independent, they are held in control always. Is that what they call a destiny!!?
Did I miss it?
Happy holiday fellas!
Happy Independence Day, I mean!
Dhanyawaad for reading!💫
Yesterday only, my mother was sitting at the threshold of our house making seviyan from the dough. A man came to her and asked if she has seen any old lady here? My mother replied in negative. He was dressed in grey pants and shirt. He looked tensed and told my mother that the lady didn’t give him the fare. He was an autorickshaw driver and that lady asked him for waiting while she went away to arrange for the change. It was already about half an hour and she hadn’t come yet. What kind of humans are they! These people work all day long in the scorching heat for the sake of money. How can some people run away by taking the money they deserve. Heartless are they. The man cursed her.
The man stood for around five minutes while talking to my mother and then he left.
Few minutes had passed since he gone and an old lady wearing a saree came. Her hairs were greyish and she walked slowly, shifting more of her weight to one side. She was looking for someone. My mother told her that the driver (if whom she is looking for) just left after waiting for her. She looked dejected seeing the money in her hand!!
Now, this whole thing made me think that if our actions are really the proof of our intentions or not. There can be care behind a brutal deed and vice versa. But then, our actions are inspired by the intentions. And still they can be misleading about the same. Argh!! What do you see first, intention behind the action or the action that people do to mean their intentions!?
I am not that dancer whose every step drips off the dazzling grace to take your breath away.
I am not that singer who can melt your heart by singing songs of togetherness in her melodious voice.
I am not that artist who can take you by awe by her effortless strokes on the canvas and take you at the place where roses are red and the eyes can witness the most enchanting view.
I am not that writer who can write beautifully about the betrayals of her beloved.
Neither I am that girl who can turn the eyes by the charming spell of her marvellous beauty.
There is nothing great in me having worth falling for. Will you still fall for me?
There may be times,
When you’d need me but I cant be with you.
When you want to hear ” I am there”, but all I can say is just let me be!
Will you still love me?
I may be yours but I can’t be like you, you see.
I can’t be the way you want me to be. Rather I don’t want to.
I don’t know what love is nor I have any to give you.
All I have is a world, painted in black and white containing the crimson streams of pain and melancholy.
Tell me, will you still love me?
Ohh! C’mon, what are you thinking of? Just give me a NO and go away. Let’s make it quick and easy.
But even after reading each word above, if you wanna give me a YES, then don’t stay, please. Coz then you deserve better than me !!
When initially I thought of writing this, I wanted to add some good lines to be the source of hope. At last, thinking hard of it, I decided to go against it and that’s how it is!
Thanks for reading!!💫